hurry up, wench

10 days. 10 days from when she left? But when people say they're going on 10-day holidays, they tend to play a bit fast and loose with the "10" part. 10 nights? 10 days not counting travel days? Counting travel days? Some nefarious combination or variation thereof or thereupon? YCT ain't back yet, but should be back soon. Or not. Remember, faithful reader, that YCT only arrived on St Paddy's day, except inasmuch, of course, as she's a Co-Teacher, and therefore somebody I see 5 days a week. Ohmygod. I really haven't thought through THAT side of things. Yay! Something new to fret about! I've never had an office romance. (Well, ummm, not in the sense I first meant that sentence at least). I've never formally worked with someone and been involved at the same time. It's excitingly tasteless! Some new transgression of mores it hadn't occurred to me to transgress! Will it be obvious to all and sundry? She's definitely capable of frosty ice-queen, as I discovered, having been lightly frozen in those quaint old pre-YCT days, so perhaps she won't be the one to give it away. Me, I'm a touch more open-bookish. Vulnerable, even, as a friend put it recently on a long and luscious walk through Central Park. (Ah...the park....I am going to bloody miss this town. Although I've formally decided I'm going to re-fetishize London, rather than New York, as my soul's true home. Too many bi-coastal sorts as it stands, I see 'em, and raise 'em a Pond. The sequel to the hit series on Channel 4 - LALON...hmmm.) So if not the immediate co-workers (and it's a giant shared office, so rhythms and balances are delicate), well, that leaves the kids. Trapped in the throes of hormones, of being teenagers. They'll smell it like blood, like fear. Or not. God, this is a deliciously bad idea. Stay tuned for drama updates as soon as she bloody gets back. Unless, of course, everything goes swimmingly. Then no updates. You takes your chances....and I stoled you're chalks.